Heather yelped when he first grabbed her, surprised that he'd jump to violence already. But she only gave herself a moment. When Gabriel identified who was inside she all but growled. Instead of being scared, something she didn't do in a crisis, she got pissed. "Murdoch, you big bag of dicks, you better be glad your dead cause if you weren't I'd kick your ass up and down this damn ship."
She would have stomped his foot if he didn't have the dagger to her throat. Her eyes caught Gabriel's. Nope not an ounce of fear in those baby blues. She knew the staff, the people who died and the survivors, because of all the research she'd done, it was years ago, but you just didn't forget stuff like that. She thought of something that might work. "Hey... Robin, I know you can hear me. You gonna let this asshole hurt me, and your niece?"
It was an attempt distract at least, as she squirmed a little. She felt the blade bite into her skin a little, cutting a little, drawing just a smidge of blood. But it didn't keep her from wiggling the salt from her pocket, with the bottle of holy water. She was in no position to use it, so she let it roll down her foot toward Gabriel. Tossing the water toward his foot.